When we brought the Frothling home from the hospital, her aunt gave her a little pink blanket with a bear head on top. This became Mama Bear, and it is her most precious possession. When she was two, she accidentally dropped Mama Bear at PNC Park. Neither I nor Mrs. Froth noticed, and when we got home and discovered Mama Bear missing, I thought she was gone forever.
I called PNC Park, and they confirmed they had Mama Bear. A cleaner found her on the concourse and took her to lost and found. Of course, I drove down right away to pick her up!
This lead to a rule that if Mama Bear left the house, she HAD to stay in the car, unless we were at the grandparents. However, when she started to go to full day preschool this year, she asked if she could take Mama Bear to school for nap time.
Monday a week ago, Mama Bear went missing. The teacher confirmed that the Frothling had Mama Bear at nap time, and Mama Bear was with the Frothling's things after nap, but at the end of the day, she was missing.
We figured she just got misplaced, and the teachers searched, but Mama Bear could not be found. By Friday, we figured that Mama Bear was likely picked up by another child and taken home. She was gone for good.
I searched the intertubes, and found an exact match. It was cleaner than Mama Bear, and less love-worn, but we ordered it to give to the Frothling on Christmas.
Then on Monday, the Frothling was taken to an upstairs classroom at school for a special program....and in that room, was Mama Bear. How she got there no one knows, but as you can see, the Frothling is overjoyed to have Mama Bear back.
We went to Hershey last week to see the show, so we made a stop at Chocolate World.
I have a sneaking suspicion that the Frothling was standing next to Mr. Hankey's cousin.
When was the last time you saw a motel room key that was an actual key?? Lodging was tight as it was the middle of the tourist season, and this motel's rooms were small and threadbare, but the room was clean, relativly inexpensive, and the staff was quite friendly.
The show was at the Hershey Theatre. Before things got started, there were videos shown on a screen over the stage. The Frothling thought that WAS the show, and she was perfectly happy. Then the lights went down, the Ringmaster came out onto stage, aaaaannnnnnddddd.....
The Wiggles drove out in The Big Red Car. The Frothling's eyes got as wide as saucers, her jaw dropped, and she turned to me and exclaimed, "Its the Wiggles Daddy! Its really THEM!"
The crowd was well behaved, the show only marred when a mob of toddlers rushed the stage, tore off their pullups and threw them, with their room keys attached, at Anthony. Luckily for me, The Frothling was able to restrain herself.
I brought my Nikon Coolpix, and it was very tough to get decent pictures in a darkened theatre with it. In hindsight, I should have brought my D50. Highlight of the night for The Frothling was when she got to meet Jeff and shake his hand. He's her favorite Wiggle because "he always is asleep." Unfortunatly, I did not get a picture of the moment.